Happiness, a brand
Welcomed, if able.
As bass thumps through my cage
I stand in isolation
Surrounded by anti-happy
The unknown
Festering.
3 minutes until 8
The evening bellows in Irish tones
My own mandible, mute.
What comes with light from yonder morning...
Apples trapped in throats
Vibrating nearby
I'm never this close to men.
Close enough
To smell their sounds
And taste their movement.
Betwixt memories
And loving something owned
I am adrift.
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